for whom the bell tolls

Elias's words rung clearly in his ears. They had been a sort of warning, a sort of curse. Dimtri would not have come if he wasn't sure, and there was only more intrigue. He'd stumbled across something that was already a family, already a formed unit, and he was an outsider. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. He was here, and he wasn't going to be going anywhere.

To never be let down would be something... that Dimitri had yet to experience. Everything so far had been a disappointment. They'd all been so far away, everyone out of reach. Nothing would make him happy other than himself, or so he'd been shown by the ways of the universe. Elias's words were some of intrigue.

Seek out Elias. The illusionist would follow that instruction at daybreak, the earliest time you could call on someone without be considered rude. He errs around the area where they'd met yesterday, sniffing carefully at the carcasses of the predators. Were there more? All of it was interesting. Still, Dimitri barks softly. Wouldn't wake anyone who wasn't listening, after all.